Page 28 of Fruit and Flash

“You went viral!”

Kai holds the phone up for me to see a video with the sound off, and my face is on the screen. Every few seconds it switches to him holding the product over a clean white background. Then I spot the like count and nearly choke on the coffee in my throat.

“Five thousand in a day! How is that possible?”

“Five K in twelve hours is amazing engagement,” Kai nods and turns the phone back to tap on comments, before showing me.“The comments are all positive! I also posted the video of you saying hi and cross posted to your farm account.”

Scrolling with one finger on the small screen, I catch a couple calling me a hot farmer and ‘Daddy’. This time I choke on air. “Are they calling me Daddy because of the dad joke?”

“Uh, no.” Kai coughs to hide a laugh. “I think they’re sensing your vibes. You have big Daddy energy, apparently.”

The thirsty comments are embarrassing, but when Kai shows me that I now have thousands of followers on my farm account, I can’t help but feel a dopamine hit. Who doesn’t like to be liked? And the fact it makes Kai happy is the biggest result making my chest puff with pride.

“So what do we do now?” I ask, completely unfamiliar with the whole social media thing.

“You put the products on again today?” Kai asks and I nod. “Can I film you to show how the product is after a day? It would fulfill my two post requirement.”

“I’ve got a dirty camo shirt on,” I point out, tugging the sweaty fabric off my chest.

“You’re perfect,” Kai insists. And when he puts it like that, a sparkle in his eyes and with total earnestness, how can I refuse?

Chapter nineteen

Kai

Hayestalksabouthowhis beard feels softer a day later, despite not putting anything on the hair, and I find myself zoning out to the timbre of his deep voice. I’m well aware that falling asleep two days in a row has kept me from an orgasm with the sexy man, and now his voice washes over me like sex on legs.

“Is that good, Kai?” Hayes asks, and I have a feeling it’s not the first time he’s tried to get my attention.

It’s not my fault he is somehow making a sweaty camo shirt and cowboy hat look like the hottest thing since… I don’t know. Fire?

“Uh, yeah. You’re good.” Clearing my throat, I reach up to feel Hayes’ beard without thinking. “It is softer.”

Now it is Hayes’ turn to blink at me. I follow the movement of his tongue as it darts out to wet his lips. His hazel eyes bore into mine and I can see he is also feeling the loss of my exhaustion from the past two nights.

Tucking my phone into my pocket, I take Hayes’ hand and drag him back around the building. There is something inside I need to see, because I have an idea. Stopping short once we’re in the shade of the barn, I gesture to the golden stacks.

“Care for a roll in the hay?” I ask lasciviously.

“That’s straw,” Hayes replies in a low voice as I step closer, still holding his hand.

“Is there a difference?” I ask, trailing a hand from his beard to his neck. “I want to make out with you on it.”

“Well hay is for eating, straw is for bedding,” Hayes starts and then stops. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. So what do you say, Farmboy?” I go up on my toes and pull his lower lip in my mouth, giving it a soft suck before letting him go. “Want a roll in the straw?”

Instead of answering, Hayes captures my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I practically climb his body. Hayes grips my ass firmly and steps back. The stacks of straw are up to his height in some places, but seating height in others, and I let out an umph when he tilts back. I go with him, straddling his lap and grinding into the hardness I feel through his tight jeans.

Hayes groans into my mouth and urges me on. I want to strip him bare, but the straw is unexpectedly spiky and rough on my bare knees. I can’t imagine that Hayes wants it on his ass.

“Don’t stop,” Hayes pants as I grind down on his erection with mine.

My cock may end up sore from rubbing against him, but at least my underwear are nice ones with soft fabric. Still, there’s no way I’m stopping. “Can’t.”

A thick finger traces my crack through two layers of fabric and I moan, arching into the touch. I feel Hayes thicken against me at my reaction. “Do you want me to touch you there?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, starting to reach down to help.